The stars have lost a battle with the moon,
They shriek with disdain.
"We are in millions", they boast as they conspire
The moon unaware of it peeks through lover's windows
It has been with them blessing their barren hearts.
The stars cast a dreamy spell blinding people's gaze.
But the moon, it keeps people awake
It finds itself in a poet's unsung verse
Or in the lover's blotted ink stained letters.
The night seems awake in its silvery touch
Yet the stars, look how they detest it's gleam!
Their envy causing them to blink
But does the moon care enough!
It has seen stories being born, it has bore the pain of loses
But it kept it's gleam alive.
For he knew, it healed bruised hearts
He knew what he meant to the world
He kept his gleam alive as the stars blinked and cursed!
"I want to see a setting sun", I told him as we sat in the shack looking at the bright sun gleaming over the waves. "Sure, let's not move anywhere", he readily jumped over the idea. We talked about everything that we had anticipated all along, this trip, our future together, family back home as we nonchalantly waited for the sun to set. It was only when the waiter brought a lamp to our side when I noticed that we had missed the whole idea of viewing the sunset! "Phew! I don't see the sun", I yelled out alarmed "laa", I heard him say. " Well, isn't it good that we can again come back tomorrow and sit in the same spot waiting for the sun to set", he remarked. Well, this is what I like about him. His ability to look at the positive side of life. Well, if not a sunset, we saw a pale moon's silvery gleam over those tall waves. We laughed and talked over endless cups of tea and food. While it was time to leave the shore, we di...
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